Chapter Five: The Unrecordable

Luca seized his collar. “You knew about page thirteen. You knew people disappeared.” “They aren't dead. They're aboard the ship.” Jonas's voice diminished. “That's what the company told me.” The third horn sounded. The Eurydice's windows had crossed half the town. Roman stood behind one in a waiter's uniform, wearing another man's name tag and holding Marguerite's watch. Lin raised the silver bell. Roman turned. His lips formed: Remember me. At the hotel, Amara proposed an experiment. Memory changed instantly, but the body's response lagged. Digital records failed, yet pain and repeated testimony might lengthen that delay. They carved names into the dining table, threaded red cord through every sleeve, and recited one another's names and secrets